Friends With More Benefits (5 page)

Jillian put a rush order in for thirty
invitations and began to finalize the guest list. She mailed the
invitations out two days later, and then told Brian it was time he
made the call he'd been dreading for months. Although he spoke to
his mother about every other week, he failed to mention the
important fact that he and Jillian were about to be married. With
the invitation on its way, he slept on it one more night and then
made the call.

When his mother answered the phone, he just
blurted his news out. She didn't say a word. He went on to explain
that the wedding was going to be in St. Barts and that their
airplane and hotel reservations would all be prearranged. He didn't
apologize for not telling her sooner nor did she ask why he didn't.
The call ended with Beverly simply saying they would be there.
There were no congratulations, but there were also no tears,
argument, or anything. Brian breathed a sigh of relief.

In Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina, Jim and
Caroline were a few days into their hectic beach vacation with
Caroline's wild sister. The house was overflowing with guests, and
the two of them had absolutely no privacy. They were relegated to
sleeping in the living area of the small rundown shack, but they
were together and blissfully happy. They found they couldn't even
go into the lone bathroom together without someone knocking on the
door every few minutes.

That night they were craving each other as they
walked along the beach hand in hand. Caroline gave him a suggestive
look and led him toward the dunes. Once there, they slipped down to
the sand and knelt as they kissed and explored each other's bodies
with passionate hands. Moments later, she cried out, "Ouch." Then
she slapped at her calf. "Sorry."

She moved to kiss him again but pulled away,
this time slapping her arm. "I'm getting all bitten up, let's get
out of here."

They rushed back to the house
and found six people there drinking, laughing, and having a great
time. They joined in and began to drink while eying each other
hungrily. The booze accentuated their desires. They could barely
contain themselves as the waited for everyone to retire to their
rooms. At just after 3:00
A.M.
, they finally found themselves
alone. They were both fully clothed as Caroline slipped on top of
him. He ran his hands all over her ass as she placed her hand over
his groin. He gasped. Just then a random guy walked through the
living room to the kitchen. He saw what they were obviously up to
and looked at them casually as he said, "Sorry."

They ignored him and got back to it. After the
guy left, Caroline had her hand on Jim's zipper as her sister came
through the front door with two other people. Jim and Caroline
separated as her sister giggled drunkenly, "Wow, sorry about that.
You mind if they crash in here on the floor with you?"

They frowned while nodding in agreement and
glanced at each other. Jim whispered to her, "Do you want to go for
a ride?"

Caroline nodded with a big smile.

Two minutes later he was driving the car, as she
was busy with her head in his lap. He gripped the steering wheel
tightly as he said, "I can't do this." He pulled into a public
parking area near the beach and turned off the car. Caroline sat
up, and he moved on top of her. They kissed passionately. He placed
his hands under her miniskirt and found she wasn't wearing panties;
he plunged his finger between her legs. She groaned. Caroline
unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his hips as he lifted
her skirt up.

Jim adjusted her seat back, and she pushed up as
he slipped between her legs in the cramped car.

"Fuck, I don’t have a condom. They're back at
the place."

She paused. "Just put it in for a minute and
pull it out before…"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm just about to get my period, so we’re
good." He smiled and moved his hips into her. They shared a groan
as their lips locked together with tongues exploring each other's
mouths while he pumped into her with passion.

"Oh," she cried out. "I hate condoms. Your cock
feels…I should really go on the pill."

"You really should," he moaned, as he continued
on. She was close to orgasm. "Don’t you dare stop. That’s
it…yes."

He teetered on the brink desperately trying to
avoid coming inside of her. He tried to focus on something,
anything else as she held him tightly. She pushed up higher, and he
pumped her harder; she screamed out with a loud climax. Jim pulled
away from her quickly, just as he exploded all over her thighs and
skirt. He moved to his seat panting like he'd just run a marathon
while she slumped against the passenger door desperate to
recover.

Their eyes slowly met, and she said, "Wow."

He nodded and simply said, "Yeah."

A week later, at around
7:00
A.M.
, after
an evening of magical sleep-depriving, late-night sex, Jillian was
wandering around the grocery store in a zombie-like fashion. As she
headed down an aisle struggling to remember what the hell she
needed from this section, Coach John appeared in front of her
pushing a cart with a few items in it.

"Jillian, how are you?"

She smiled. "I'm, uh, fine. How's everything
with you?"

"Couldn't be better."

"Hey, tell Mary, it was a pleasure getting to
know her at Brian's party."

"I will, and we all got
to
know
Brian
really, really well that night." John made a face, and they shared
a laugh. "Oh speaking of…Victoria told me she was going to tell you
the good news."

Jillian looked at him a little confused until he
added, "The pregnancy."

She gasped them smiled, "Oh, yeah sure. I,
uh…"

"Mary and I couldn't be happier. I can’t wait to
hear the pitter patter of little paws running around."

Jillian smiled, "Paws? That's so cute." She gave
him a serious look as she asked, "And Mary's okay with all
this?"

"She is overjoyed. She's always wanted another.
Mary just hopes we don't end up with some all-black ones. No one
wants to adopt those."

She looked at him a little offended, hoping
maybe she didn't hear him correctly. She shook her head in
confusion. "So now she's not keeping it?"

"We'll probably keep just one."

"She's having twins?"

"At least," John said and then he scoffed.

Jillian tried to shake the cobwebs from her mind
as she steadied herself against the cart.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm, uh…so I just can't picture Victoria taking
care of twins. I offered to babysit, but wow, I'm not sure I can
handle that. Mary is a strong woman. If my husband came home and
told me he was having another baby—especially with a woman as
attractive as Victoria… I'd kill 'em. Not to mention it's twi—" She
shut the fuck up when she saw his expression.

John's mouth flew open, and he asked,
"Victoria's pregnant?"

Jillian looked away horrified. "What's
that?"

He glanced around the aisle to be sure they were
alone and then whispered, "She's pregnant with my baby!"

"I'm sorry what were you talking about?"

"Our Golden Retriever is having puppies, and
Victoria said she would ask you two if you wanted one."

She said, "Oh we would love one or two even.
When, will, uh…"

John looked away sadly as he said, "I can't
believe she wasn’t going to tell me." He abandoned the cart as he
turned and walked away in a daze. Jillian stood there dumbfounded
and watched him go. When he turned the corner, she pulled out her
cell phone, dialed Victoria's number, and it went directly to voice
mail.

Five minutes later, John was knocking gently on
Victoria's door while hiding a bouquet of flowers in front of his
shirt. He glanced behind him to be sure none of the neighbors were
watching. After a few seconds, he knocked again and then Victoria
opened the door sleepily and glanced at him surprised.

"May I come in?" he asked.

"Sure," she said confused.

He rushed to the living room and then sat down
nervously. She sat next to him and curled up on the sofa drowsy
eyed. He handed her the flowers as he said, "These are for
you."

"Thanks."

"I, uh. I'm not sure what to say."

"John why are you here? Is everything okay with
Mary?"

"Uh, yeah. I just want to tell you that I'll be
there for you with whatever you need. I'll be as involved as you
want me to be." Victoria slowly lifted her head up off the sofa and
stared at him. "I can help out financially. Just let me know what
you want from me."

She stared at him flabbergasted as she asked,
"Have you spoken with Jillian?"

"Oh, yeah sorry. I could tell she didn't mean to
tell me. It just slipped out."

"I'll bet."

"I'm serious. I'll find a way to break it to
Mary, but I really think—"

"John…John," he looked to be in a trance.
"John?" Still nothing from him.

She slapped him across the face, and he stared
into her eyes. "John are you with me?"

"Yes, yes."

"It's not your baby."

"What?" he shook his head confused.

"It's not your baby."

"Then why'd she—"

"I told Jillian it was yours."

"But why?"

"Because I didn't want to tell her the
truth."

"Which is what?"

"That it's either her fiancé’s brother, Jim, or
Rob, her son."

"You slept with Rob?" he asked loudly.

A second later Jillian burst through the door,
and Victoria and John stared at her shocked.

Victoria covered John’s mouth with her hand; she
waited for Jillian to say something. Jillian finally said, "I'm so
sorry. I, uh…"

She stood up and pulled John to his feet while
still covering his mouth. Jillian stared at them obviously
confused. "Look I didn’t mean to—"

Victoria pointed at her. "You sit right there
and don't move. Don't say anything—don't speak. You can breathe but
nothing else."

Jillian rushed to the sofa, sat down, and curled
her lip as Victoria dragged John out the front door. Jillian
decided not to breathe since she wasn't exactly sure if Victoria
said, don't even breathe or if she could only breathe. As she
pondered that question, Victoria slammed the door.

Victoria pulled her hand from his mouth and led
him halfway down the driveway. She said, "Look, I promise you it's
not yours. We used a condom every time, plus we had sex a few weeks
before I got pregnant."

"Oh…okay."

"Look, I'm not sure why I told you back there
that I had sex with Rob because—"

"Oh, good, so you didn’t have sex with him
because Mary and I found him to be a little creepy. He's like—"

Victoria gave him a tired look. "I was drunk,
okay? I did have sex with him but only once." She took a deep
breath then continued, "I meant I shouldn't have told you because
if Jillian finds out, she's going to kill me. You cannot tell
anyone."

"Okay, no problem. Are you sure you’re going to
be okay?"

"Yeah, I just need to get back in there and
pretend like I'm so mad that she told you. I'm really going to let
her have it. Why the hell did she tell you? How did it come
up?"

John grinned as he said, "I was telling her
about the puppies, and I guess she must have thought I was talking
about your pregnancy. I mentioned you, and now that I think about
it, I guess she could have reasonably assumed that I was talking
about you."

Victoria broke into a chuckle. "I'm still going
to really give it to her. This will be fun. You go back to that hot
wife of yours."

John opened his car door as he said, "We'll be
praying that it's Jim and not…"

Victoria glared at him as she said, "Do not tell
anyone. Not even the wife."

He nodded, smiled, and then whispered, "Got it.
I'll be praying."

"Thanks," she said. She shook her head with a
grin then rushed inside.

Victoria burst through the door and glared down
at Jillian. She noticed her slightly blue face as she sat there
apparently holding her breath. Victoria asked, "What's wrong with
you?"

Jillian exhaled deeply. "I wasn't sure if you
said—"

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"I, uh, I'm so sorry. I thought—"

"Just shut up." Victoria turned, bit her lip to
keep from cracking up, and then put on an angry face as she turned
back. She sat down across for Jillian on the other sofa and glared
at her while simply shaking her head. After ten seconds of that she
said, "Do you know he was thinking about going home first to tell
his wife that we slept together? Luckily he stopped here. She
doesn't even know that we dated. She thinks I'm some kind of
physical therapist. Now she might have been okay with that, but he
was also going to tell her that I was having his baby. That…she
might have had a slight problem with."

"I never meant to—"

"Why did you tell him?"

"I thought he knew. He was asking me if you
shared the good news about the pregnancy. How the fuck was I
supposed to know he was talking about his stupid dog."

"So, you think I'm a dog!"

"What, no, I, uh…"

"Look, you are lucky that I nipped this in the
bud. You could have been responsible for a divorce."

"I'm so sorry."

Victoria stood and walked over
to Jillian, "I don’t want you to mention me or my pregnancy or…in
fact, don't even mention the word
baby
to anyone…or puppy for that
matter. Actually, you are not to discuss the offspring of any
mammal with anyone."

"Okay…okay."

"Just to be clear, if someone tells you his fish
just laid like a million eggs, you don't ask what kind of fish it
is or reply in any way. Just turn and run away. Got it?"